Friday, July 19, 2013

Howl at the Moon

I want to go outside,
look up to the sky,
raise my arms and swoon,
and howl at the moon
tonight.

The man in the moon
looking down on me,
smiling greedily,
awaiting his praise
tonight.

Let everything go,
and howl from my soul.
Must release, repose,
and resume my life
tonight.

by: Paula Dean Nevison

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